Title: Three Times a Sire Author: Janet Lynn (janet324@comcast.net) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: S/A Warning: This contains m/m slash. If this offends your sensitive nature, please avert your eyes. Genre: AtS Disclaimer: All things AtS belong to Joss Whedon (my god), Mutant Enemy, etc. I own nothing, so please don't sue me. I just want to play with the yummy beings that Joss created. Spoilers: Season 5 of Angel through "Destiny". Distribution: Shara Nesu's Place, Red's Soulmates and list archives. Everyone else, just ask. I'm generous. Author's Notes: This is all Forging Ghost's fault. This wonderful challenge was posted and I honestly tried to ignore it, but the damn thing kept biting me and I couldn't resist. I hope it is all you dreamed of. AN2: This starts about two weeks after 'Destiny'. AN3: I will post this on my website once the new one is up and running. Stupid yahoo deleted the login I used for my webpage and now I have to start a new one. The wonderful Cat is working on it now and I will make sure all the lists get the new URL once it is ready. Summery: Angel and Spike are in a relationship until someone shows up to rock the boat. A huge thanks to my sis Stephanie who is betaing for me. You rock babe! Thoughts indicated by <> Chapter One "I believe that Mr. Tahara should be taken care of immediately" Wesley said, his voice pouring from the speakerphone sitting on Angel's desk. The dark vampire reached over and released the mute button and answered, "I agree." He pressed the button again and moaned softly. "The Gashnar he has been transporting may be small and cute now, but they grow into quite mischievous little creatures" the former watcher continued. "I believe he is selling them out of his store like pets. We should probably send someone over there to talk with him and inspect his stock." "Sure thing, Wes" Angel replied after releasing the button and then pressing it again. "Oh gods" he groaned, leaning his head back against the expensive leather chair. "Gunn's in court until two" the Englishman continued. "When he gets back I'll take him with me. I don't believe that I should take Fred on this one. She might get attached to one of the demons. They are awfully cute at that stage." Lifting the button again, Angel said, "Sure thing. I'm sure it could wait until then." Replacing his finger, the vampire practically cried out, "Fuck, that feels so good. I love your mouth, childe." The phone line was quiet until Wesley spoke up. "Angel" he said hesitantly. "I think you forgot to hit the mute button." "Shit" Angel whispered. He looked down to see Spike smiling around the hard cock filling his mouth. The blonde was snickering at him. "Angel" Wesley's voice brought him back to the situation at hand. "We can finish this once you are otherwise less distracted. And I would appreciate it if you would not engage in sexual activity while you are on the phone with me." "Sorry Wes" the vampire said repentantly. He glared at Spike, who was now laughing wholeheartedly, but still kneeling at his feet. "I'll come to your office to continue this conversation in.what seems sufficient? Twenty minutes?" "Oi!" the blonde vampire yelled. "Need longer than that, Percy. Not bloody humans, you know." "Shut up, Spike" both Angel and Wesley said at the same time. Angel reached down and placed a single finger against the Spike's lust swollen lips to quiet him as he finished his conversation. "Twenty minutes will be fine, Wes. I'll see you then." He reached over and stabbed at the off button on the phone and rested his face in his hands. "Jesus, Spike" he whispered. "We have got to stop fucking in my office." "You didn't hang up, Angel" Wesley groaned. "You may wish to have Harmony show you how to operate your phone." With that comment, he disconnected. Spike sides hurt from laughing so hard. Angel reached down and grabbed a handful of bleached locks and pulled sharply. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" "Are we playing 'sire and childe' now?" Spike asked, suddenly turning serious as his azure eyes darkened with lust. Angel reached over with his free hand and cuffed the younger man's head playfully. "No, sire" the blonde whispered, lowering his head in mock submission. Angel smiled at the game. It was one of his favorites since they had reestablished their relationship barely two weeks ago. "Then I suggest you get back to it, childe" he growled low in his throat and pulled the willing mouth closer to his achingly hard cock. Spike leaned forward and reverently began to lick the hard flesh from root to tip. Angel moaned at the maddening sensation. If anyone knew how to drive him crazy, it was this boy at his feet. Feeling Angel lightly thrust his hips up toward his mouth, Spike smirked before leaning in even further and swallowing the turgid length whole. "Yes" the dark vampire cried out, nearly cumming from the suddenly sensation. Knowing what would send his sire right over the edge, Spike reached up with one hand and began to slowly rub the smooth flesh between Angel's balls and hole. As he felt the man beneath him tense up, Spike began a deep purr in his throat. Silently, Angel shuddered his release down his childe's cool throat. His arms fell slack against the sides of his executive chair and he exhaled loudly. Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared down into the gleaming blue eyes. "Look at that" Spike said, smirking. "We even have time to spare." Angel chuckled at the remark and reached down and pulled the smaller man into his lap. Cupping the sharp cheekbones in his large hands, he pulled the swollen lips down to his own and sucked the tempting bottom lip into his mouth. Nibbling just hard enough to draw the smallest amount of blood, Angel plunged his tongue into the gasping mouth. Both men heard the door open and Spike turned and growled at the intruder in full game face. "Knock it off, Spike" the former watcher chided as he looked at the threatening vampire. "Angel, I believe we have work to do." Spike turned back to his sire and whispered, "Come on, luv. You don't have to do this. Let's go upstairs. You deserve a day off." Angel sighed. Lately, Spike had continued to demand more and more of his time, but he had work that had to get done. "I can't, Spike" he whispered against the pale cheek before him. "I have things that need to be taken care of. I'll see you later though, right?" Spike nodded. As much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to get used to Angel brushing him off for work or for one of his pet humans.er, friends. "I'll just go see what Fred's up to then, yeah?" He leaned in for one last kiss before slipping off his sire's lap and heading for the door. "Later, Percy." Wesley shook his head as he watched the bleached blonde leave the office. "Why does he continue to call me Percy?" he asked Angel, the exasperation evident in the voice. "He does know my correct name, doesn't he?" "Of course he does" Angel answered. "Just be glad you got off with something nice like Percy. Try being called poofter, peaches, wanker." "Tosser, the dark avenger, the great gelled one." Wesley interjected. "He calls me that?" Angel asked. Wesley just laughed before he sat down and began to get down to business. ************ Once the former watcher had left, Angel began to rummage through the mail that had been delivered that day. Most of it was benign, everyday correspondence, but one piece caught his attention. A plain manila envelope with his name scrawled across it and no return address sparked a memory. It was very similar to the envelope that carried the amulet that brought Spike to him. Carefully, he reached out and opened the envelope. Tipping out the contents, Angel studied them for a moment. A small folded piece of paper with his name on the outside and a smooth sapphire blue stone with gold flecks. He opened the note and began to read. Angel, I hope this finds you well. I've been thinking about you lately. I found this in a shop the other day and I immediately thought of you. It's called a Worry Stone. You rub it between your thumb and forefinger and it is said to help relieve some of your worries. You weren't called 'Brood boy' for nothing. Be happy, B Angel smiled. Buffy had been thinking of him and sent him a present. He picked up the stone and began to rub it softly. He was amazed at its smoothness. Angel thought as seemed to feel the stress simply melt away. He sighed as he closed his eyes and let his head rest back against the chair in an imitation of his earlier position. After several long minutes, dark brown eyes opened and scanned the room. An evil smirk graced the handsome features and Angelus whispered, "Now this is interesting." Tbc...